[ Frisk is having a grand old time as their pocket wiggles with their slimy hoard of noodley friends. With a small smile they reach out to grab yet another pal to hang onto, only for Chara to snap their hand closed. Looking at them, Frisk sees someone who looks like they just had someone change the rules of their own game. ]
I'm... putting them in my pocket, not my tummy.
[ Ergo: not lunch. They pat their chubby belly, striped sweater puffing with the movement. ]
Want to come too?
[ Clearly Chara just wants to hang with the worms ]
We can be noodles too.
[ Frisk stares again, then wiggles a little, standing on one foot to add to the worm-y noodle-y...ness of their movements. ]
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I'm... putting them in my pocket, not my tummy.
[ Ergo: not lunch. They pat their chubby belly, striped sweater puffing with the movement. ]
Want to come too?
[ Clearly Chara just wants to hang with the worms ]
We can be noodles too.
[ Frisk stares again, then wiggles a little, standing on one foot to add to the worm-y noodle-y...ness of their movements. ]